My Reba

I'm so sad. I miss Reba so much already. I'm so beside myself with this. I didn't see her at all this morning. She usually wakes me up and lays with me in bed in the a.m. until the afternoon. Her days were spent roaming the house, napping in the living room, or sitting beside me on my bed. She was so loving. So affectionate, so Reba. She was my baby. By the middle of the day i realized she was missing. I called everywhere- inside the house, outside the house, strangely i assumed she had explored the neighborhood beyond the confines of her usual areas. When Lynete came home I asked her if she had seen Reba. Realizing neither of us have all day (which is VERY unlikely because she is always somewhere in the house) we went looking. We asked John - the guy who lives behind us, and he let her know that... the next door neighbor had called in the morning to let him know there was a dead cat that had appeared half "eaten' on their front yard. He buried her under the orange tree. I walked by earlier and saw the mound of grass where she had been buried. Almost wept seeing the little orange tufts of fur lying on the dirt above her small grave. I guess she had been attacked by an owl/ coyote sometime last night or early this morning. I can't believe it. What a horrible, terrible way to die. For such a sweet and loving cat. My Reba, my baby, my Reba - bittens, my Justin Rebahhh, my babyyyyyyy. :( I will always love you. I promise... never to eat meat again. It's just too cruel. You were preyed on so helplessly... and i will never prey on any helpless animals.. because of you.. you have changed my life forever.